Prongs: Glad to see that you decided to read my story! Lol, yes, I imagine
it wouldn't be very hard to picture Dan there. Thanks for your review!
Kimmy: Thank you! I don't really know where the idea about the train came from, but now that you mention it. . .it does kinda remind you of a western film, doesn't it? Hope the wait was worth it!
Laterose: I completely agree with you, Lucius Malfoy is a good for nothing little twit. And yes, well, your story is really good. You should update soon, again. I kinda had to have Harry get into a fight with his friends, if its going to make this chapter and the next one have any emotional value. . .Though, Harry isn't really stupid. He's just trying to protect his friends. . .maybe you're right though. If only he was thinking clearly. . .
Purple Water: Not going to say anything about your first question. . .I might accidentally spill something. . .but, yes, Lucius is a cool villain. . .just wait to see what I have in store for him. . .
Leaf: Hmm. . .I'm not really a Percy fan but. . .I'll go ahead and read it. Who knows, maybe I'll become one! I like all couples, too. My favorite, though, is H/Hr. I'll look forward to seeing what you come up with, though!
Kat: Yes, I was gonna save Hedwig's transformation for a different chapter. . .but it turned out that I kinda needed to do it now so she could save Harry and Sirius. As for someone finding out about Harry's bruise-thingy. . .you'll see. . .no more to say on that. . . I love taking the unexpected way out. It's a great way to keep readers hooked, thanks for mentioning it!
Oriana Dumbledore: Well, in that case I'm honored. Does that mean that you like it? 'Cuz your review kinda gave over mixed signals as to what way it goes. . .Really? Not all the characters have been mean to him, though. . .I mean sure, Ron, Hermione, and Lavender might be mad at him at the moment but. . .every friendship has its rough spots. Before the last chapter they were always behind him. And don't forget the rest of the Weasleys, Marauders, Tali, and his other friends at Hogwarts. I'm sorry if its getting depressing and I don't really want to give away anything but. . .next chapter is a MAJOR, HUGE, GIGANTIC, UNBELIEVABLY BIG change is in store for Harry. Things should be lighter after that. I also have an idea for at least a couple chapters that will hopefully be humorous. Please just hold on a little longer! Don't abandon my story, please!
Wanted: Love
Ch21: Red Hot Fire
"Hedwig?" Harry asked. The bird cocked its head the other way and cried out softly in an angelic voice.
"I think it's her, Harry." said Sirius, standing up. Harry reached out his hand and the bird rubbed its head against his palm.
"It is you, isn't it, Hedwig?" he asked, "But how did this happen?"
"Didn't you do it?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, your wand was glowing."
Harry withdrew his hand from Hedwig who looked a little disappointed at the loss of attention, "I didn't do it. . .or at least I don't *think* I did it. . ."
He turned back to Hedwig and smiled, "Who'd of thought it was possible?"
Sirius walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder which Harry quickly shrunk back from. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, he felt a cut. He grimaced, still no blood. This wasn't a good sign.
"You okay, Harry?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Harry said, clutching his shoulder. He guessed that he must have been hit with a piece of stray metal from the exploding train.
Sirius didn't look convinced, but with each step he took forward, Harry took two back.
"What are you hiding?" Sirius asked.
"I said it's nothing, didn't I?" Harry asked a bit perturbed.
Sirius gave up on trying to be nice and stalked forward, "Come over here, Harry. Let me get a look at that."
"It's fine." Harry said through gritted teeth, backing up until he walked into a tree and winced in pain. It was the same arm that had the bruise and the last thing he wanted was for someone to find out about it.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Harry. I just want to take a look at that cut."
"I said its fine." Harry said backing away.
Sirius looked warily at him, "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing!" Harry said quickly, turning his one arm away from his godfather.
Sirius didn't look like he believed him in the least. Without warning, he tackled Harry who put up quite a fight. In the end, however, Sirius overpowered him. Holding Harry in a position so he couldn't move, Sirius carefully lifted the sleeve to his robe.
"What the fuck's this?" he asked with a contorted look on his face.
"It's nothing." Harry said; breaking away and pulling his sleeve back down.
"Is it that blob thing? I told that woman something was wrong!"
"It's not. It's just from last night, when I rammed into the wall."
Sirius raised an eyebrow at him, "No, Harry. That's no bruise that you would get from that. Come on, we better get back to Hogwarts."
"I thought we were going to Siberia." Harry stated.
"And we might have very well been doing that if you told someone earlier about it and had it checked out."
"But it's not like it hurts or anything."
"That's not the point. It doesn't look natural. Madame Pomfrey needs to look at it. Now come on." said Sirius, as Hedwig grabbed hold of his robes.
"I don't need to see anyone." Harry muttered to himself, crossing his arms.
"Sure you don't, tough guy. Now let's get going." said Sirius, grabbing him by his robe.
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"So what's happened to them!? Are they okay!? Why didn't the Aurors bring them back with them?" asked Tali hysterically.
Dumbledore had just arrived at the house she, Remus, and Sirius shared. It was humongous and way out in the country; she, Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily had lived in until James and Lily got married. Remus had been living in it by himself for the past fifteen years and now she and Sirius had moved back in. Of course, Sirius wasn't there at the time which was partially why Tali was so frantic. Dumbledore had just told her and Remus that the Aurors that were accompanying Harry and Sirius to Siberia had showed up at the castle by themselves.
"We don't know what happened." said Dumbledore, obviously stressed, "Apparently they were attacked somewhere out in the countryside. Those that returned assured us that both Harry and Sirius were fine when they jumped from the train but after searching for several hours they found the remains of the train at the bottom of a cliff. Cornelius was there, dead unfortunately, but there was no sign of Harry or Sirius."
Tali dropped to the ground, shaking and crying, "But. . .but, they can't be dead!"
Remus nodded, brushing back his own tears, "There's no way Sirius would let anyone kill him or Harry so easily."
"I pray you are correct. I only came to tell you what you have a right to know." said Dumbledore with a small smile.
There was silence between the three for a few minutes Remus spoke up, "Is someone telling the Ron, Hermione, and Lavender?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, I believe they were in the middle of a fight the day Harry left. I will tell them when we are certain what happened. I don't want them feeling poorly of themselves."
The two nodded as Tali stood up with her eyes glued to the sky. Her mouth kept opening and closing and her finger flew up in the same direction as her eyes. The men turned around and saw what appeared to be a large white bird carrying a man who, in turn, was struggling with a teenager.
Hedwig put the two down gently then landed on Harry's good shoulder.
"I thought I told you to take us to Hogwarts." said Sirius irritably, releasing Harry.
"Where are we?" asked Harry. Sirius was suddenly impacted from behind.
"Are you two okay!? What happened!?" asked Tali, holding Sirius' face in her hands and looking him over before doing the same to Harry.
Harry wriggled out of her grasp, "Fine."
"Sirius! Harry! Thank Merlin you're safe!" exclaimed Remus, embracing Sirius and turning to Harry who gave him a look that clearly said to not even think about hugging him, "You two look terrible. What happened?"
"It's a long story." said Sirius simply.
"We have time, Sirius. There is no rush." said Dumbledore.
Sirius looked at Harry then back to the other three, "Okay, but first Harry needs to see Madame Pomfrey---"
"Do not!" Harry said.
"Why what happened out there? And who's that bird?" asked Remus.
"I'll explain everything later. Right now we need Madame Pomfrey." said Sirius, having to somewhat drag Harry to the house.
Harry sat on the bed in the room that Sirius had told him was his own. It was pretty obvious that he hadn't had a say in its design. The walls were empty and all the fabrics and furniture was overly neutral. At the moment, however, this was the last thing on his mind. They had left him in the room while they contacted Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore. Hedwig was there, too, undoubtedly to make sure he didn't get away. Harry still had his wand, but it lay forgotten on the desk next to the door.
He was lying on his back on his bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. If he looked hard enough he could almost see through it to the stars on the other side. Staring, however, couldn't seem to get his mind off the fact that Madame Pomfrey would arrive at any moment. An indescribable aching was emanating from his chest, though; he dare not look at it, for fear of finding that the bruise had spread once again. Within the depths of his mind he knew that he was in trouble. Something was definitely wrong with him but he didn't need anyone else worry about him. He'd be gone soon enough, they didn't need to worry.
Sitting up, Harry put his head in his hands. Why didn't he want them to worry? After all, he would soon be going off to his death; why should he care about how they feel and what they wasted their time on? He stood up and started pacing around in circles in front of his bed. Now that he thought about it, why should he even bother dying for such people? Ron had made it quite clear that he didn't care anymore, and Harry was positive that deep down none of his other "friends" cared for him anymore, either. Why should he give up his life for such unworthy people? Hell, he doubted that they would even take the time to bury him. Just leave him there for animals to come and tear him apart. His eyes narrowed at this.
Deep in the back of his mind, something was screaming at him to stop thinking that way, but it was quickly suppressed to a mere muffled whisper by a louder, more powerful voice. That didn't stop the smaller voice from trying, though, and pretty soon the two were engaged in a heated argument. Harry couldn't make out the words exactly anymore for his head had started to ache terribly; so much that he fell to his knees with his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound. Across the room Hedwig was staring worriedly at her master.
Then, as though he had gone deaf, everything was silent. Harry opened his eyes and stood up. He looked around and smirked. Hedwig ruffled her feathers and cried out. He went over to pet her and she recoiled away before taking off and flying around the room. Harry shrugged and closed his eyes. Commotion downstairs told him that Madame Pomfrey had arrived. He hurried over to the desk to get wand but Hedwig got there first and picked it up in her claws. Harry glared at her and she started shrieking in a voice that was anything but beautiful.
"Damn, shut the hell up!" he yelled at her.
Footsteps could be heard hurrying up the stairs towards him. His room was the last one at the far end of the hallway but never the less it wouldn't take that long to get there. Cursing again, Harry concentrated his energy at the center of the room and a black cloudy oval shaped portal appeared out of no where. A dingy, stale smell was coming from it but without second thought, Harry headed towards it.
"Harry!? Harry, is everything okay in there?" Sirius could be heard pounding on the door after discovering the door was locked. Harry turned only for a second at the door then picked up his pace.
"Alohamora!" Remus' voice rang out just as Harry reached the portal.
As soon the door opened and those on the other side saw what was happening, there was a mad dash to catch him. He had already almost vanished through the black portal and only a diving grab made my Sirius caught him, and by the foot at that. Though they couldn't see the rest of him, by the way his ankle became parallel with the ground they could tell he had fallen. Using this to their advantage, Tali and Remus grabbed Sirius and helped him pull Harry back. The portal was now closing and it was at the very last second that they managed to get him.
Once he had time to realize what had happened, Harry struggled to separate himself from those still holding onto him. He put up quite a fight, even managing to knock the wind out of Remus and give Sirius a bloody nose. Even with the odds being five to one, Harry wasn't easy to subdue. Every time it would seem that the adults had won, Harry would strike out again. No words were said during this struggle, everyone was too busy trying concentrate on what they were doing. Eventually it came to the point where they had to pin him to the ground by having Sirius sit on him and hold his hands behind his back. After everyone got their breath back, the conversation began.
"Harry, what do you think you're doing!?" asked Tali.
"Get off me!" was all he would say.
"Where did that portal go to?" asked Dumbledore.
"It isn't any of your damn business! Let me go!" Harry replied, still trying to get free. Those in the room were shocked silent at his choice of words towards the Headmaster.
"Harry, who the hell do you think you are!? What's wrong with you?" asked Sirius, pressing down a little more firmly.
In response, Harry brought his foot back and hit his heel into Sirius' back. This, however, caused Sirius to fall forward and bit and hit Harry's injured shoulder. He blanched very visibly.
Seeing this, Madame Pomfrey stepped forward, "Headmaster, I need to look at the boys' injuries."
Dumbledore nodded, "Harry, if we let you go, do you promise to remain calm?"
Fighting back a scowl, he nodded and reluctantly, Sirius released him. As soon as he was free, however, he started up again and made for the exit. They took him down again, this time, more quickly; partly because none had believed him when he said he would behave. And once again, Harry put up a fight, also continuing to fight against their grasp.
After five minutes of not being able to get him still, Dumbledore stooped down and looked Harry in the eye, "I am sorry about this, Harry. But it's for your own good. Stupefy."
Harry suddenly stopped his struggle and fell limp to the ground. Carrying him to his bed and laying him on it, the others stood to the side as Pomfrey went to work.
"Now what is it that you were worried about, Black?" she asked.
"That bruise that was on his hand the other week, its gotten worse." explained Sirius as Pomfrey took off Harry's shirt.
"That's an understatement. This is bad." she said, worry evident in her voice. The four moved to see what she was talking about.
"Dear God. It wasn't that bad before! It's spread again!" said Sirius, panicking. The bruise was now covering the entire top half of his chest and was visibly moving in all directions, though at a very slow pace.
"What is it?" asked Remus, mystified.
"I have no clue. I've been running tests on the skin sample I took last time. It has yet to turn up anything. However, I managed to make this potion. It should at least stop it from spreading." said Pomfrey, administrating it as she spoke by needle, "I need to be going; another test should be nearly complete. Perhaps that will give us some answers."
With that she bustled out of the room. The four that remained walked up to Harry's bed. Tali sat on the edge and pulled the blankets over him. He was breathing irregularly; short, shallow breaths quickly became deep raspy ones and then back again.
"Will he be okay, Dumbledore?" asked Tali.
"Forget that, what the fuck's wrong with him!?" asked Sirius.
"Yes, what could make him act this way?" wondered Remus out loud.
"I believe that it is at least plausible that his behavior is linked to that bruise. . .or whatever it is. Perhaps containing it will help." said Dumbledore, "In the mean time I think someone should be with him at all times. . .to make sure he doesn't try whatever he was trying earlier."
"I agree, but while we have peace, would you mind filling us in on what happened out there, Padfoot?" asked Remus.
Sirius snapped out of his little reverie and turned back to those waiting for an explanation. He sighed, dreading the long explanation, but started none the less. For fifteen minutes he talked and talked, in full detail.
". . .I'm not sure what happened to him, but there's no way that damn Fudge could have lived through that explosion. Hell, if Hedwig hadn't done whatever she did and saved us, we wouldn't have made it, either." he concluded.
"So Lucius has finally chosen to assert himself to the world as Voldemort's follower." said Dumbledore quietly.
"What did you expect, Dumbledore?" asked Tali angrily, "You know what he did to us! Especially Lily! He deserved to die then! He's lucky that you came and stopped us!"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded, "I know, it was a mistake that has haunted me for sixteen years. One must not dwell on the past, though. At least now we know who our direct threat is."
Tali felt something pull at her robes; she turned and saw Harry gripping at it.
"Harry? Harry, is that you?" she asked. He seemed to be struggling against something within himself to speak.
"Harry, what is it?" asked Sirius, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking Harry's hand.
"H. . .h. . ." Harry stuttered and they all nodded him on, "h. . .hel. . .help. . ."
He staggered a few more breaths before losing consciousness again.
Tali bit her lip and stroked his hair out of his eyes, "I think we have a more immediate threat."
"We need a way snap him out of this. . ." said Remus, leading off.
"Christmas is in a few days. I'm certain there's one thing he wouldn't say no to." said Dumbledore pointedly. The three looked at each other and nodded.
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The days passed by quickly. Other than the other day when he asked for help, Harry had grown, if anything, more hostile. He spent his time in his room, on his bed, plotting things. He didn't eat, sleep, or talk, other than to insult the person in the room with him. Everyone in the house was worried about him but hoped that their plan would work. Luckily, it was Christmas Eve and they would find out soon enough. At the moment, Remus was the one in the room with Harry. As there wasn't anything better to do, he was reading the Daily Prophet. The front page was headlining the accident and was filled with rumors about who the new Minister of Magic would be. (AN: . . .Hehehe. . . .) He was so caught up in reading, that he didn't even notice Harry staring at him, wand clutched his side discreetly.
Lifting it carefully so as not to alert Remus to his intentions he aimed it at his former DADA teacher, "Avada---"
"Remus!" Sirius shouted, bursting into the room. Harry quickly hid his wand again.
"What is it, Sirius?" asked Remus calmly.
Sirius looked at Harry then to Remus, "Oh, hell! You know how Tali went to the Weasley's house to get Ron; she came back and oh, fuck it! Come on, there's no time."
Hedwig cried out and the two remembered Harry. Without telling him a thing, they grabbed him so quickly that he lost his grip on his wand and it was left behind. When they got to the bottom of the stair case Tali met them.
"The flu system isn't working anymore!" she cried, "Sirius! Remus! Hurry, we need to apparate."
They nodded and Sirius pulled Harry into a tighter grasp, despite Harry's attempts to free himself. Instantly they were transported to the Weasley home. Remus felt horrified at what he saw. The entire thing was up in flames.
"Where are they!?" he asked as they ran up to the house.
"Inside! I couldn't get in and they can't get out! We need to use the spell at the same time!" said Tali. The two men nodded and the three took their wands out.
"On the count of three." said Sirius, "One. . .two. . .three, Alohamora!"
The door burst open with such force that it was knocked off its hinges and landed a few feet away from Harry. The Weasley clan poured out of the flaming home, coughing and dirty. The three hurried over to them and looked them over.
"Are you alright?" asked Tali.
"Ron!" Molly coughed out, "He's. . .in there!"
Harry's eyes snapped from the fire to Mrs. Weasley at that but said nothing.
"Ron!? Where!?" asked Remus.
"His room. . .couldn't. . .fire. . .couldn't get. . .wands don't work. . ." she coughed out.
"Don't worry, we'll get him out." Sirius assured her before heading to the door. But as he reached it flames poured out of it, making entrance impossible. He next tried the windows but they wouldn't break. Thinking as quickly as he could he looked around.
"Wait a minute. . .where's Harry?"
Harry took another step. Each one seemed to take terrible effort to take. His body seemed to want to do the smart thing and leave to safety. Why should he care if Ron died? Ron sure as hell didn't care if he did. Never the less, Harry found himself pushing forward through the dense black smoke that made it nearly impossible to see. He stumbled forward when he accidentally ran into the first stair to the staircase. Slowly he made his way up the stairs, using the wall as his guide, though; he had to do without it a few times when it was too hot for touch. Eventually he came to what Mrs. Weasley had been talking about. Flames poured from both Fred and George's room and Percy's room, making it impossible to continue. He was already drenched in sweat from the intense heat and it seemed to double at the obstacle's temperature.
He coughed and stared at the flames. Suddenly they grew larger and in effort to avoid them, Harry fell to the floor. This turned out to be in his favor, though, for when he landed, he landed on something that would prove most useful. Grimacing at the impact, he reached under his back and pulled out what happened to be a wand, undoubtedly one of the Weasley's, though he didn't at the time notice whose. (AN: Yeah, well. . .sometimes coincidences need to happen. . .)
Standing up, he pointed it at the flames. Perhaps one of his spells would work. He racked through his brain trying to think of one, but came up with nothing that would work. With nothing else to his mind, he tried something he had learned a long time ago.
"Accio water!"
It took a few minutes but soon enough water came soaring through the air, though he wasn't sure exactly where from.
"Invergio!"
The water started glowing a bright blue and he let it drop. Amazingly enough it worked, leaving the path clear for him to continue. (AN: Okay. . .you have any better ideas?) Soon enough Harry reached Ron's room. He entered it to find Ron unconscious with a large cut on the side of his head, trapped under a fallen beam.
"Winggardium Leviosa!"
The beam floated off his former friend and Harry rushed to move him before allowing the beam to fall back down, cracking the floor rather considerably. Harry put Ron down and tried to wake him up.
"Ron, Ron, wake up!" he shouted.
Suddenly, the black portal from the other night opened up again, only a few feet from him. Harry felt his body start to move towards it but he resisted and turned back Ron.
The voice in his head started up again, 'Leave him.'
'No!' Harry's other voice shouted as the floor cracked some more.
Harry did his best to ignore them but with each second that passing second that he remained at Ron's side his chest gave off a painful jolt. Within three minutes he was clutching his chest with one hand and struggling to stay conscious from the pain, he did this by searching for a spell to wake Ron up.
'Now! Go!' the powerful voice said, apparently having won.
Harry's mind seemed to clear with the command and instantly, he felt his legs start to move towards the portal, the floor cracking more with each step. Turning his head, however, and seeing Ron's still figure laying there, seemed to give the other voice back some power and once again the two started bickering. Harry fell to his knees from the sheer volume of it. But when he hit the floor, it could no longer support the weight forced upon it.
The floor gave away and both Harry and Ron fell down through all the floors to the ground floor which didn't give away only because it was on the earth. After hitting the ground, Harry was practically buried under all sorts of debris. Only his head and right arm escaped being buried. Ron, on the other hand, was quite luckier. He landed about ten feet from Harry with only dust covering him.
Harry could see the blood begin to seep into eyes but found it impossible to close them. The fire around them seemed to be getting closer and Harry began to wonder what had possessed him to do such a thing in the first place. Why did he risk his life for a selfish person like Ron? He hadn't cared that he was going to die from the beginning. No one did. They had all just been buttering him up like Fudge. He felt a scowl form on his lips as he thought this.
"Harry? Is that you?"
If his head hadn't been stuck facing that one direction, he would had turned to see who was talking. Not that it would do any good. The blood now made it impossible to see anything.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry tried to move but found it impossible.
"Harry, are you. . .you're not. . Harry! Wake up!"
"Stop yelling in my ear." Harry said irritably.
The person breathed a sigh of relief, "Hold on, I'll get you out of there."
The person started shifting things off of him and within a few minutes he was freed. Now, finally able to see the person who had released him, he was disappointed to find that not only was the blood making it impossible to see, but his glasses were broken. However, the mop of red hair shone right through and Harry could make an educated guess who it was.
"Bloody hell, Harry, you look awful. What're you doing here?" asked Ron, helping him sit up.
"Having tea, what does it look like I was doing?" Harry asked angrily.
Ron didn't seem to notice the anger and hugged him, "I knew it! I knew we were still friends. You wouldn't have come if we weren't! It was that blob thing making you act like such an ass!"
Harry scowled, "Get off, Ron."
"Oh, right. You're probably sore. Come on, let's get out of here." he said, offering his hand.
"Just go without me." Harry said leaning against the rubble.
"You've got to be kidding me. Harry, you came to get me. I'm not leaving you here!" said Ron as the fire crackled hungrily around them.
"I came because you have people who care about you. You can't leave them. Why should I go back out there? No one cares, anyway." Harry said.
"Like hell no one does. Everyone---" started Ron.
"Everyone wants me to stay alive long enough to die for them. Why not just die now? I hate 'em all anyway." Harry said wrathfully.
"That's not true and you know it! And it was a mighty waste for you to come and get me 'cause I'm not leaving without you." said Ron, sitting down.
"Get out of here while you still can, Ron." ordered Harry.
"I'd like to see you make me." said Ron defiantly.
Harry glared at him.
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"What the hell was he thinking?" Sirius asked, pacing back and forth.
An hour had passed since Harry had disappeared and while there was no proof of where he was everyone was certain that was where he was. And of course there was the loud crashing sound that had happened not but five minutes ago. The Weasley children had been sent to Hogwarts to see Madame Pomfrey but Molly and Arthur refused to leave until they found out what happened to Ron. They had recuperated from the smoke and were waiting anxiously for someone to tell them what to do. Hedwig kept flying to and from the house, as if trying to figure a way to get in.
"Well, at least it seems like something the old Harry would do. It might be a good sign." said Remus.
"Dumbledore's on his way. Maybe he'll know what to do." suggested Tali.
A loud explosion from the side of the house quickly drew the attention of all. They all hurried to the large hole in the wall and waited as the dust settled. It took a few minutes, and during that time the image of two figures could be seen staggering forward. As they emerged from the dust and the sunlight hit them, drawing attention to their appearance, the reactions were mixed.
Harry and Ron were standing in front of them, both looking equally terrible. They were leaning on each other for support and Harry held Ginny's wand limply at his side which he refused to let drop. They looked exhausted and had not there been a rush to them, they would have fallen on to the ground. Ron gratefully accepted his father's arms as an impromptu bed and instantly made himself comfortable. Harry, on the other hand, despite his aching body, refused to be held.
"Put me down, Black." he said firmly.
"Harry, stop being an ass. You can't stand by yourself yet." said Sirius, not letting him go.
"If I say I can then I can, now put me down!" Harry said angrily, now fighting to be put down. Fearing that he would hurt himself if he continued, Sirius reluctantly put him down.
"You okay, Harry?" Ron asked wearily as the day's events started to hit him.
"You're safe now, Weasley, so just leave me alone." Harry said, walking off, or at least attempting to do as best he could.
He stopped after a few steps, however, and turned his head to the side, "You should just be grateful that I felt sorry for you. . .all of you. Next time don't expect me to save your asses."
Everyone exploded into chatter but when Harry turned around completely they all faltered. His eyes seemed to be glowing menacingly.
"Oh! Everyone's alright! We were so worried!" exclaimed Lavender, running up to the group with Hermione and Dumbledore, and Fawkes.
"Hmph." Harry said quietly to himself.
"How did you get out!?" asked Hermione frantically.
"I'm sure we would all like to know that." said Dumbledore.
"I'm sure you do, but I don't have time for this." said Harry, pointing Ginny's wand at the others.
Without even saying a word, a powerful black wind erupted out of no where. It easily overpowered all those in its path, knocking them to the ground and blowing them back a good distance. When it finally let up and they were able to see again, Harry was smirking at them with the familiar black portal at his side.
"It's been sweet, but my Lord's expecting his package to be delivered soon. Goodbye." Harry said sinisterly, in a voice that most definitely wasn't his own.
He turned to enter the portal but ran into some sort of force field that prevented him from doing so. Furiously, he flared around and saw Dumbledore with his wand outstretched. Slowly, he pushed himself up and stared Harry in the eye. The others followed suit but none moved closer to him.
"Damn you, Dumbledore! What did you do!?" Harry asked.
"You are not going anywhere, Harry. Not until we figure out how to help you." he said calmly.
"You can *help* me by telling me what spell you used." spat Harry.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that." said Dumbledore.
"Hmph, fine then. I have other ways of getting to where I need to." Harry said, reaching his free hand up into the air.
The black owl that had haunted Harry for ages flew down from a nearby tree and landed on his hand. At first contact, the same light that had exploded with Hedwig happened with the black owl. When it subsided, a black phoenix rested on Harry's forearm.
"You all know Lakowa. Much more helpful this way, wouldn't you agree? Now, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." said Harry as the phoenix took off and hovered in space, a few feet above Harry. He reached his hand up and almost gripped its tail when Fawkes and Hedwig came out of no where and started attacking the black one. The three flew rather high up into the air where they continued to fight.
"Lakowa! Rip their hearts out and get back down here!" Harry shouted at the phoenix.
He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. Then, quite unexpectedly, he was tackled from behind. Sirius, Remus, Tali, and Arthur were attempting to disarm him and get him under control, Harry fought back savagely, though. He seemed to be stronger than he had ever been. Ron was trying to get over and help but was detained by his mother while Lavender and Hermione kept shouting not to hurt him.
Harry was struggling to point the wand he had at his attackers, just barely managing to hold them off. But as he was still stuck with his chest to the ground he found it quite difficult to do so, indeed. Lucky for him, someone decided to show up just then.
"Grottio Neixus!"
The four adults were flung backwards and rammed into the side of the Weasley house, which was still burning, knocking them out. Harry got to his feet and looked around to see who had helped him.
"Couldn't even get yourself to Voldemort, could you? I must say, I'm rather disappointed."
"Shut the hell up, Lucius! It's not my fault I have so many damned people who want to keep me around!" Harry shouted at him.
"Lucius Malfoy! What have you done with Draco and Naricissa?" asked Dumbledore angrily.
Lucius turned to the Headmaster and smirked, "Like it's any of your business, Dumbledore. All you need to know is that they're safe. Be expecting Draco back for classes. Now come on Harry, Voldemort's waiting."
"Harry!" said Hermione, struggling to break free of Dumbledore's grasp which was holding her back, "Harry, I know you're in there! Don't go with that creep! They're just going to kill you!"
Harry felt his upper lip curl in disgust, "Oh, just like you, you mean."
"What!?" she cried in exasperation.
"Don't play dumb with me. Come on Lucius, let's go. Lakowa! We're leaving!" Harry shouted up at the fighting birds.
"Harry, wait!" Hermione shouted, breaking free of Dumbledore's grip and running up to him and grabbing his hand. He shook her off and continued on his way to Lucius.
"Harry, look around you! I know this isn't what you want! Think back, you weren't always like this!" she called after him.
"Yeah, Harry, you can't go with him! There's a Quidditch match against Slytherin two weeks after we get back!" said Ron.
"Yes, and besides, we still need to get back at that prick Malfoy!" said Lavender.
"Enough!" Harry yelled, sending them all flying back with unseen energy.
"Harry. . .don't do this. . .look who you're hurting." said Hermione through deep breaths.
"Be quiet!" he snapped at her.
Several streaks of purple light flew from behind Harry to all of those who were still conscious. All of them screamed in pain and Harry whirled around to see Lucius holding his wand steadily, glaring greedily at all of those the curse was hitting.
"Stop it!" Harry shouted at him, knocking his wand out of the way. Instantly, the screams stopped and Lucius glowered at Harry.
"What do you think you're doing!?" he demanded to know.
"I. . .I don't know." said Harry, holding his head, "Just. . .don't kill them. I won't let you kill them."
Lucius scowled at him, "It's breaking. Come on, we need to go now."
"Harry, don't go." Hermione said almost in a whisper.
". . .Her. . .mione." Harry said, almost as if it was a question.
"It's that girl, isn't it? That can be easily remedied!" said Lucius, bringing his wand up and then down to meet Hermione.
Harry turned to face him just as a yellow light exploded from the tip of the wand. His eyes widened a bit and without thinking he jumped in front of Hermione, arms crossed in front of his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid back a few feet as the force of the spell hit him.
"Defer---" Harry struggled to say, tightening his grip on the wand, "Deferagruim."
A reflective blue light shot up high into the sky and the light that had been hitting him bounced back to Lucius who dived out of its way just in time. He straightened up as Harry lowered his arms.
"This isn't the end, Potter. I'll see you again soon, believe you me, Voldemort *will* win!" said Lucius as he and Lakowa disappeared in two streaks of black light. The portal also disappeared and Harry cursed under his breath.
"Dammit, why'd I have to go and do that!?" he asked himself angrily.
"Harry?" asked Hermione quietly.
Harry whipped around and looked at her, "You got lucky. You best watch your back, 'cause next time I won't hesitate to kill you myself."
He started to walk away as he heard the rest of the people present begin to arouse. He sneered, though no one could see it, and picked up his pace but quickly stopped and fell to his knee. Bringing his hand to the lower part of his side, he felt blood seeping through his clothes. He bent at the waist and gritted his teeth in pain. His head injury was also beginning to act up again. His other hand fell to the ground where he used it to support himself. Dizziness also began to overtake him. He supposed that his mind had been so worried about the matters at hand that it didn't have time for pain, but now that everything was over with it was all hitting him at once. Harry tried to push himself up but instead fell to the ground and lost all knowledge of the living world.
Author's Note: Whew, that took a while to get out. Very long chapter, I know. What can I say; I had A LOT to get out. Was it worth it, though? And don't worry, in case you're wondering, the last sentence means he's knocked out, not dead. As for the next chapter, I need a little help on that. I could do it either way so I'm gonna ask you reviewers to help me. Should next chapter be accompanied by a song or not? Normally I wouldn't give you a choice but I figure since you've been so good lately. . .lol. Go ahead and write me a review! Tell me what you think!
Kimmy: Thank you! I don't really know where the idea about the train came from, but now that you mention it. . .it does kinda remind you of a western film, doesn't it? Hope the wait was worth it!
Laterose: I completely agree with you, Lucius Malfoy is a good for nothing little twit. And yes, well, your story is really good. You should update soon, again. I kinda had to have Harry get into a fight with his friends, if its going to make this chapter and the next one have any emotional value. . .Though, Harry isn't really stupid. He's just trying to protect his friends. . .maybe you're right though. If only he was thinking clearly. . .
Purple Water: Not going to say anything about your first question. . .I might accidentally spill something. . .but, yes, Lucius is a cool villain. . .just wait to see what I have in store for him. . .
Leaf: Hmm. . .I'm not really a Percy fan but. . .I'll go ahead and read it. Who knows, maybe I'll become one! I like all couples, too. My favorite, though, is H/Hr. I'll look forward to seeing what you come up with, though!
Kat: Yes, I was gonna save Hedwig's transformation for a different chapter. . .but it turned out that I kinda needed to do it now so she could save Harry and Sirius. As for someone finding out about Harry's bruise-thingy. . .you'll see. . .no more to say on that. . . I love taking the unexpected way out. It's a great way to keep readers hooked, thanks for mentioning it!
Oriana Dumbledore: Well, in that case I'm honored. Does that mean that you like it? 'Cuz your review kinda gave over mixed signals as to what way it goes. . .Really? Not all the characters have been mean to him, though. . .I mean sure, Ron, Hermione, and Lavender might be mad at him at the moment but. . .every friendship has its rough spots. Before the last chapter they were always behind him. And don't forget the rest of the Weasleys, Marauders, Tali, and his other friends at Hogwarts. I'm sorry if its getting depressing and I don't really want to give away anything but. . .next chapter is a MAJOR, HUGE, GIGANTIC, UNBELIEVABLY BIG change is in store for Harry. Things should be lighter after that. I also have an idea for at least a couple chapters that will hopefully be humorous. Please just hold on a little longer! Don't abandon my story, please!
Wanted: Love
Ch21: Red Hot Fire
"Hedwig?" Harry asked. The bird cocked its head the other way and cried out softly in an angelic voice.
"I think it's her, Harry." said Sirius, standing up. Harry reached out his hand and the bird rubbed its head against his palm.
"It is you, isn't it, Hedwig?" he asked, "But how did this happen?"
"Didn't you do it?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, your wand was glowing."
Harry withdrew his hand from Hedwig who looked a little disappointed at the loss of attention, "I didn't do it. . .or at least I don't *think* I did it. . ."
He turned back to Hedwig and smiled, "Who'd of thought it was possible?"
Sirius walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder which Harry quickly shrunk back from. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, he felt a cut. He grimaced, still no blood. This wasn't a good sign.
"You okay, Harry?" he asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Harry said, clutching his shoulder. He guessed that he must have been hit with a piece of stray metal from the exploding train.
Sirius didn't look convinced, but with each step he took forward, Harry took two back.
"What are you hiding?" Sirius asked.
"I said it's nothing, didn't I?" Harry asked a bit perturbed.
Sirius gave up on trying to be nice and stalked forward, "Come over here, Harry. Let me get a look at that."
"It's fine." Harry said through gritted teeth, backing up until he walked into a tree and winced in pain. It was the same arm that had the bruise and the last thing he wanted was for someone to find out about it.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Harry. I just want to take a look at that cut."
"I said its fine." Harry said backing away.
Sirius looked warily at him, "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing!" Harry said quickly, turning his one arm away from his godfather.
Sirius didn't look like he believed him in the least. Without warning, he tackled Harry who put up quite a fight. In the end, however, Sirius overpowered him. Holding Harry in a position so he couldn't move, Sirius carefully lifted the sleeve to his robe.
"What the fuck's this?" he asked with a contorted look on his face.
"It's nothing." Harry said; breaking away and pulling his sleeve back down.
"Is it that blob thing? I told that woman something was wrong!"
"It's not. It's just from last night, when I rammed into the wall."
Sirius raised an eyebrow at him, "No, Harry. That's no bruise that you would get from that. Come on, we better get back to Hogwarts."
"I thought we were going to Siberia." Harry stated.
"And we might have very well been doing that if you told someone earlier about it and had it checked out."
"But it's not like it hurts or anything."
"That's not the point. It doesn't look natural. Madame Pomfrey needs to look at it. Now come on." said Sirius, as Hedwig grabbed hold of his robes.
"I don't need to see anyone." Harry muttered to himself, crossing his arms.
"Sure you don't, tough guy. Now let's get going." said Sirius, grabbing him by his robe.
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"So what's happened to them!? Are they okay!? Why didn't the Aurors bring them back with them?" asked Tali hysterically.
Dumbledore had just arrived at the house she, Remus, and Sirius shared. It was humongous and way out in the country; she, Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily had lived in until James and Lily got married. Remus had been living in it by himself for the past fifteen years and now she and Sirius had moved back in. Of course, Sirius wasn't there at the time which was partially why Tali was so frantic. Dumbledore had just told her and Remus that the Aurors that were accompanying Harry and Sirius to Siberia had showed up at the castle by themselves.
"We don't know what happened." said Dumbledore, obviously stressed, "Apparently they were attacked somewhere out in the countryside. Those that returned assured us that both Harry and Sirius were fine when they jumped from the train but after searching for several hours they found the remains of the train at the bottom of a cliff. Cornelius was there, dead unfortunately, but there was no sign of Harry or Sirius."
Tali dropped to the ground, shaking and crying, "But. . .but, they can't be dead!"
Remus nodded, brushing back his own tears, "There's no way Sirius would let anyone kill him or Harry so easily."
"I pray you are correct. I only came to tell you what you have a right to know." said Dumbledore with a small smile.
There was silence between the three for a few minutes Remus spoke up, "Is someone telling the Ron, Hermione, and Lavender?"
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, I believe they were in the middle of a fight the day Harry left. I will tell them when we are certain what happened. I don't want them feeling poorly of themselves."
The two nodded as Tali stood up with her eyes glued to the sky. Her mouth kept opening and closing and her finger flew up in the same direction as her eyes. The men turned around and saw what appeared to be a large white bird carrying a man who, in turn, was struggling with a teenager.
Hedwig put the two down gently then landed on Harry's good shoulder.
"I thought I told you to take us to Hogwarts." said Sirius irritably, releasing Harry.
"Where are we?" asked Harry. Sirius was suddenly impacted from behind.
"Are you two okay!? What happened!?" asked Tali, holding Sirius' face in her hands and looking him over before doing the same to Harry.
Harry wriggled out of her grasp, "Fine."
"Sirius! Harry! Thank Merlin you're safe!" exclaimed Remus, embracing Sirius and turning to Harry who gave him a look that clearly said to not even think about hugging him, "You two look terrible. What happened?"
"It's a long story." said Sirius simply.
"We have time, Sirius. There is no rush." said Dumbledore.
Sirius looked at Harry then back to the other three, "Okay, but first Harry needs to see Madame Pomfrey---"
"Do not!" Harry said.
"Why what happened out there? And who's that bird?" asked Remus.
"I'll explain everything later. Right now we need Madame Pomfrey." said Sirius, having to somewhat drag Harry to the house.
Harry sat on the bed in the room that Sirius had told him was his own. It was pretty obvious that he hadn't had a say in its design. The walls were empty and all the fabrics and furniture was overly neutral. At the moment, however, this was the last thing on his mind. They had left him in the room while they contacted Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore. Hedwig was there, too, undoubtedly to make sure he didn't get away. Harry still had his wand, but it lay forgotten on the desk next to the door.
He was lying on his back on his bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. If he looked hard enough he could almost see through it to the stars on the other side. Staring, however, couldn't seem to get his mind off the fact that Madame Pomfrey would arrive at any moment. An indescribable aching was emanating from his chest, though; he dare not look at it, for fear of finding that the bruise had spread once again. Within the depths of his mind he knew that he was in trouble. Something was definitely wrong with him but he didn't need anyone else worry about him. He'd be gone soon enough, they didn't need to worry.
Sitting up, Harry put his head in his hands. Why didn't he want them to worry? After all, he would soon be going off to his death; why should he care about how they feel and what they wasted their time on? He stood up and started pacing around in circles in front of his bed. Now that he thought about it, why should he even bother dying for such people? Ron had made it quite clear that he didn't care anymore, and Harry was positive that deep down none of his other "friends" cared for him anymore, either. Why should he give up his life for such unworthy people? Hell, he doubted that they would even take the time to bury him. Just leave him there for animals to come and tear him apart. His eyes narrowed at this.
Deep in the back of his mind, something was screaming at him to stop thinking that way, but it was quickly suppressed to a mere muffled whisper by a louder, more powerful voice. That didn't stop the smaller voice from trying, though, and pretty soon the two were engaged in a heated argument. Harry couldn't make out the words exactly anymore for his head had started to ache terribly; so much that he fell to his knees with his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound. Across the room Hedwig was staring worriedly at her master.
Then, as though he had gone deaf, everything was silent. Harry opened his eyes and stood up. He looked around and smirked. Hedwig ruffled her feathers and cried out. He went over to pet her and she recoiled away before taking off and flying around the room. Harry shrugged and closed his eyes. Commotion downstairs told him that Madame Pomfrey had arrived. He hurried over to the desk to get wand but Hedwig got there first and picked it up in her claws. Harry glared at her and she started shrieking in a voice that was anything but beautiful.
"Damn, shut the hell up!" he yelled at her.
Footsteps could be heard hurrying up the stairs towards him. His room was the last one at the far end of the hallway but never the less it wouldn't take that long to get there. Cursing again, Harry concentrated his energy at the center of the room and a black cloudy oval shaped portal appeared out of no where. A dingy, stale smell was coming from it but without second thought, Harry headed towards it.
"Harry!? Harry, is everything okay in there?" Sirius could be heard pounding on the door after discovering the door was locked. Harry turned only for a second at the door then picked up his pace.
"Alohamora!" Remus' voice rang out just as Harry reached the portal.
As soon the door opened and those on the other side saw what was happening, there was a mad dash to catch him. He had already almost vanished through the black portal and only a diving grab made my Sirius caught him, and by the foot at that. Though they couldn't see the rest of him, by the way his ankle became parallel with the ground they could tell he had fallen. Using this to their advantage, Tali and Remus grabbed Sirius and helped him pull Harry back. The portal was now closing and it was at the very last second that they managed to get him.
Once he had time to realize what had happened, Harry struggled to separate himself from those still holding onto him. He put up quite a fight, even managing to knock the wind out of Remus and give Sirius a bloody nose. Even with the odds being five to one, Harry wasn't easy to subdue. Every time it would seem that the adults had won, Harry would strike out again. No words were said during this struggle, everyone was too busy trying concentrate on what they were doing. Eventually it came to the point where they had to pin him to the ground by having Sirius sit on him and hold his hands behind his back. After everyone got their breath back, the conversation began.
"Harry, what do you think you're doing!?" asked Tali.
"Get off me!" was all he would say.
"Where did that portal go to?" asked Dumbledore.
"It isn't any of your damn business! Let me go!" Harry replied, still trying to get free. Those in the room were shocked silent at his choice of words towards the Headmaster.
"Harry, who the hell do you think you are!? What's wrong with you?" asked Sirius, pressing down a little more firmly.
In response, Harry brought his foot back and hit his heel into Sirius' back. This, however, caused Sirius to fall forward and bit and hit Harry's injured shoulder. He blanched very visibly.
Seeing this, Madame Pomfrey stepped forward, "Headmaster, I need to look at the boys' injuries."
Dumbledore nodded, "Harry, if we let you go, do you promise to remain calm?"
Fighting back a scowl, he nodded and reluctantly, Sirius released him. As soon as he was free, however, he started up again and made for the exit. They took him down again, this time, more quickly; partly because none had believed him when he said he would behave. And once again, Harry put up a fight, also continuing to fight against their grasp.
After five minutes of not being able to get him still, Dumbledore stooped down and looked Harry in the eye, "I am sorry about this, Harry. But it's for your own good. Stupefy."
Harry suddenly stopped his struggle and fell limp to the ground. Carrying him to his bed and laying him on it, the others stood to the side as Pomfrey went to work.
"Now what is it that you were worried about, Black?" she asked.
"That bruise that was on his hand the other week, its gotten worse." explained Sirius as Pomfrey took off Harry's shirt.
"That's an understatement. This is bad." she said, worry evident in her voice. The four moved to see what she was talking about.
"Dear God. It wasn't that bad before! It's spread again!" said Sirius, panicking. The bruise was now covering the entire top half of his chest and was visibly moving in all directions, though at a very slow pace.
"What is it?" asked Remus, mystified.
"I have no clue. I've been running tests on the skin sample I took last time. It has yet to turn up anything. However, I managed to make this potion. It should at least stop it from spreading." said Pomfrey, administrating it as she spoke by needle, "I need to be going; another test should be nearly complete. Perhaps that will give us some answers."
With that she bustled out of the room. The four that remained walked up to Harry's bed. Tali sat on the edge and pulled the blankets over him. He was breathing irregularly; short, shallow breaths quickly became deep raspy ones and then back again.
"Will he be okay, Dumbledore?" asked Tali.
"Forget that, what the fuck's wrong with him!?" asked Sirius.
"Yes, what could make him act this way?" wondered Remus out loud.
"I believe that it is at least plausible that his behavior is linked to that bruise. . .or whatever it is. Perhaps containing it will help." said Dumbledore, "In the mean time I think someone should be with him at all times. . .to make sure he doesn't try whatever he was trying earlier."
"I agree, but while we have peace, would you mind filling us in on what happened out there, Padfoot?" asked Remus.
Sirius snapped out of his little reverie and turned back to those waiting for an explanation. He sighed, dreading the long explanation, but started none the less. For fifteen minutes he talked and talked, in full detail.
". . .I'm not sure what happened to him, but there's no way that damn Fudge could have lived through that explosion. Hell, if Hedwig hadn't done whatever she did and saved us, we wouldn't have made it, either." he concluded.
"So Lucius has finally chosen to assert himself to the world as Voldemort's follower." said Dumbledore quietly.
"What did you expect, Dumbledore?" asked Tali angrily, "You know what he did to us! Especially Lily! He deserved to die then! He's lucky that you came and stopped us!"
Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded, "I know, it was a mistake that has haunted me for sixteen years. One must not dwell on the past, though. At least now we know who our direct threat is."
Tali felt something pull at her robes; she turned and saw Harry gripping at it.
"Harry? Harry, is that you?" she asked. He seemed to be struggling against something within himself to speak.
"Harry, what is it?" asked Sirius, sitting on the other side of the bed and taking Harry's hand.
"H. . .h. . ." Harry stuttered and they all nodded him on, "h. . .hel. . .help. . ."
He staggered a few more breaths before losing consciousness again.
Tali bit her lip and stroked his hair out of his eyes, "I think we have a more immediate threat."
"We need a way snap him out of this. . ." said Remus, leading off.
"Christmas is in a few days. I'm certain there's one thing he wouldn't say no to." said Dumbledore pointedly. The three looked at each other and nodded.
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The days passed by quickly. Other than the other day when he asked for help, Harry had grown, if anything, more hostile. He spent his time in his room, on his bed, plotting things. He didn't eat, sleep, or talk, other than to insult the person in the room with him. Everyone in the house was worried about him but hoped that their plan would work. Luckily, it was Christmas Eve and they would find out soon enough. At the moment, Remus was the one in the room with Harry. As there wasn't anything better to do, he was reading the Daily Prophet. The front page was headlining the accident and was filled with rumors about who the new Minister of Magic would be. (AN: . . .Hehehe. . . .) He was so caught up in reading, that he didn't even notice Harry staring at him, wand clutched his side discreetly.
Lifting it carefully so as not to alert Remus to his intentions he aimed it at his former DADA teacher, "Avada---"
"Remus!" Sirius shouted, bursting into the room. Harry quickly hid his wand again.
"What is it, Sirius?" asked Remus calmly.
Sirius looked at Harry then to Remus, "Oh, hell! You know how Tali went to the Weasley's house to get Ron; she came back and oh, fuck it! Come on, there's no time."
Hedwig cried out and the two remembered Harry. Without telling him a thing, they grabbed him so quickly that he lost his grip on his wand and it was left behind. When they got to the bottom of the stair case Tali met them.
"The flu system isn't working anymore!" she cried, "Sirius! Remus! Hurry, we need to apparate."
They nodded and Sirius pulled Harry into a tighter grasp, despite Harry's attempts to free himself. Instantly they were transported to the Weasley home. Remus felt horrified at what he saw. The entire thing was up in flames.
"Where are they!?" he asked as they ran up to the house.
"Inside! I couldn't get in and they can't get out! We need to use the spell at the same time!" said Tali. The two men nodded and the three took their wands out.
"On the count of three." said Sirius, "One. . .two. . .three, Alohamora!"
The door burst open with such force that it was knocked off its hinges and landed a few feet away from Harry. The Weasley clan poured out of the flaming home, coughing and dirty. The three hurried over to them and looked them over.
"Are you alright?" asked Tali.
"Ron!" Molly coughed out, "He's. . .in there!"
Harry's eyes snapped from the fire to Mrs. Weasley at that but said nothing.
"Ron!? Where!?" asked Remus.
"His room. . .couldn't. . .fire. . .couldn't get. . .wands don't work. . ." she coughed out.
"Don't worry, we'll get him out." Sirius assured her before heading to the door. But as he reached it flames poured out of it, making entrance impossible. He next tried the windows but they wouldn't break. Thinking as quickly as he could he looked around.
"Wait a minute. . .where's Harry?"
Harry took another step. Each one seemed to take terrible effort to take. His body seemed to want to do the smart thing and leave to safety. Why should he care if Ron died? Ron sure as hell didn't care if he did. Never the less, Harry found himself pushing forward through the dense black smoke that made it nearly impossible to see. He stumbled forward when he accidentally ran into the first stair to the staircase. Slowly he made his way up the stairs, using the wall as his guide, though; he had to do without it a few times when it was too hot for touch. Eventually he came to what Mrs. Weasley had been talking about. Flames poured from both Fred and George's room and Percy's room, making it impossible to continue. He was already drenched in sweat from the intense heat and it seemed to double at the obstacle's temperature.
He coughed and stared at the flames. Suddenly they grew larger and in effort to avoid them, Harry fell to the floor. This turned out to be in his favor, though, for when he landed, he landed on something that would prove most useful. Grimacing at the impact, he reached under his back and pulled out what happened to be a wand, undoubtedly one of the Weasley's, though he didn't at the time notice whose. (AN: Yeah, well. . .sometimes coincidences need to happen. . .)
Standing up, he pointed it at the flames. Perhaps one of his spells would work. He racked through his brain trying to think of one, but came up with nothing that would work. With nothing else to his mind, he tried something he had learned a long time ago.
"Accio water!"
It took a few minutes but soon enough water came soaring through the air, though he wasn't sure exactly where from.
"Invergio!"
The water started glowing a bright blue and he let it drop. Amazingly enough it worked, leaving the path clear for him to continue. (AN: Okay. . .you have any better ideas?) Soon enough Harry reached Ron's room. He entered it to find Ron unconscious with a large cut on the side of his head, trapped under a fallen beam.
"Winggardium Leviosa!"
The beam floated off his former friend and Harry rushed to move him before allowing the beam to fall back down, cracking the floor rather considerably. Harry put Ron down and tried to wake him up.
"Ron, Ron, wake up!" he shouted.
Suddenly, the black portal from the other night opened up again, only a few feet from him. Harry felt his body start to move towards it but he resisted and turned back Ron.
The voice in his head started up again, 'Leave him.'
'No!' Harry's other voice shouted as the floor cracked some more.
Harry did his best to ignore them but with each second that passing second that he remained at Ron's side his chest gave off a painful jolt. Within three minutes he was clutching his chest with one hand and struggling to stay conscious from the pain, he did this by searching for a spell to wake Ron up.
'Now! Go!' the powerful voice said, apparently having won.
Harry's mind seemed to clear with the command and instantly, he felt his legs start to move towards the portal, the floor cracking more with each step. Turning his head, however, and seeing Ron's still figure laying there, seemed to give the other voice back some power and once again the two started bickering. Harry fell to his knees from the sheer volume of it. But when he hit the floor, it could no longer support the weight forced upon it.
The floor gave away and both Harry and Ron fell down through all the floors to the ground floor which didn't give away only because it was on the earth. After hitting the ground, Harry was practically buried under all sorts of debris. Only his head and right arm escaped being buried. Ron, on the other hand, was quite luckier. He landed about ten feet from Harry with only dust covering him.
Harry could see the blood begin to seep into eyes but found it impossible to close them. The fire around them seemed to be getting closer and Harry began to wonder what had possessed him to do such a thing in the first place. Why did he risk his life for a selfish person like Ron? He hadn't cared that he was going to die from the beginning. No one did. They had all just been buttering him up like Fudge. He felt a scowl form on his lips as he thought this.
"Harry? Is that you?"
If his head hadn't been stuck facing that one direction, he would had turned to see who was talking. Not that it would do any good. The blood now made it impossible to see anything.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
Harry tried to move but found it impossible.
"Harry, are you. . .you're not. . Harry! Wake up!"
"Stop yelling in my ear." Harry said irritably.
The person breathed a sigh of relief, "Hold on, I'll get you out of there."
The person started shifting things off of him and within a few minutes he was freed. Now, finally able to see the person who had released him, he was disappointed to find that not only was the blood making it impossible to see, but his glasses were broken. However, the mop of red hair shone right through and Harry could make an educated guess who it was.
"Bloody hell, Harry, you look awful. What're you doing here?" asked Ron, helping him sit up.
"Having tea, what does it look like I was doing?" Harry asked angrily.
Ron didn't seem to notice the anger and hugged him, "I knew it! I knew we were still friends. You wouldn't have come if we weren't! It was that blob thing making you act like such an ass!"
Harry scowled, "Get off, Ron."
"Oh, right. You're probably sore. Come on, let's get out of here." he said, offering his hand.
"Just go without me." Harry said leaning against the rubble.
"You've got to be kidding me. Harry, you came to get me. I'm not leaving you here!" said Ron as the fire crackled hungrily around them.
"I came because you have people who care about you. You can't leave them. Why should I go back out there? No one cares, anyway." Harry said.
"Like hell no one does. Everyone---" started Ron.
"Everyone wants me to stay alive long enough to die for them. Why not just die now? I hate 'em all anyway." Harry said wrathfully.
"That's not true and you know it! And it was a mighty waste for you to come and get me 'cause I'm not leaving without you." said Ron, sitting down.
"Get out of here while you still can, Ron." ordered Harry.
"I'd like to see you make me." said Ron defiantly.
Harry glared at him.
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"What the hell was he thinking?" Sirius asked, pacing back and forth.
An hour had passed since Harry had disappeared and while there was no proof of where he was everyone was certain that was where he was. And of course there was the loud crashing sound that had happened not but five minutes ago. The Weasley children had been sent to Hogwarts to see Madame Pomfrey but Molly and Arthur refused to leave until they found out what happened to Ron. They had recuperated from the smoke and were waiting anxiously for someone to tell them what to do. Hedwig kept flying to and from the house, as if trying to figure a way to get in.
"Well, at least it seems like something the old Harry would do. It might be a good sign." said Remus.
"Dumbledore's on his way. Maybe he'll know what to do." suggested Tali.
A loud explosion from the side of the house quickly drew the attention of all. They all hurried to the large hole in the wall and waited as the dust settled. It took a few minutes, and during that time the image of two figures could be seen staggering forward. As they emerged from the dust and the sunlight hit them, drawing attention to their appearance, the reactions were mixed.
Harry and Ron were standing in front of them, both looking equally terrible. They were leaning on each other for support and Harry held Ginny's wand limply at his side which he refused to let drop. They looked exhausted and had not there been a rush to them, they would have fallen on to the ground. Ron gratefully accepted his father's arms as an impromptu bed and instantly made himself comfortable. Harry, on the other hand, despite his aching body, refused to be held.
"Put me down, Black." he said firmly.
"Harry, stop being an ass. You can't stand by yourself yet." said Sirius, not letting him go.
"If I say I can then I can, now put me down!" Harry said angrily, now fighting to be put down. Fearing that he would hurt himself if he continued, Sirius reluctantly put him down.
"You okay, Harry?" Ron asked wearily as the day's events started to hit him.
"You're safe now, Weasley, so just leave me alone." Harry said, walking off, or at least attempting to do as best he could.
He stopped after a few steps, however, and turned his head to the side, "You should just be grateful that I felt sorry for you. . .all of you. Next time don't expect me to save your asses."
Everyone exploded into chatter but when Harry turned around completely they all faltered. His eyes seemed to be glowing menacingly.
"Oh! Everyone's alright! We were so worried!" exclaimed Lavender, running up to the group with Hermione and Dumbledore, and Fawkes.
"Hmph." Harry said quietly to himself.
"How did you get out!?" asked Hermione frantically.
"I'm sure we would all like to know that." said Dumbledore.
"I'm sure you do, but I don't have time for this." said Harry, pointing Ginny's wand at the others.
Without even saying a word, a powerful black wind erupted out of no where. It easily overpowered all those in its path, knocking them to the ground and blowing them back a good distance. When it finally let up and they were able to see again, Harry was smirking at them with the familiar black portal at his side.
"It's been sweet, but my Lord's expecting his package to be delivered soon. Goodbye." Harry said sinisterly, in a voice that most definitely wasn't his own.
He turned to enter the portal but ran into some sort of force field that prevented him from doing so. Furiously, he flared around and saw Dumbledore with his wand outstretched. Slowly, he pushed himself up and stared Harry in the eye. The others followed suit but none moved closer to him.
"Damn you, Dumbledore! What did you do!?" Harry asked.
"You are not going anywhere, Harry. Not until we figure out how to help you." he said calmly.
"You can *help* me by telling me what spell you used." spat Harry.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that." said Dumbledore.
"Hmph, fine then. I have other ways of getting to where I need to." Harry said, reaching his free hand up into the air.
The black owl that had haunted Harry for ages flew down from a nearby tree and landed on his hand. At first contact, the same light that had exploded with Hedwig happened with the black owl. When it subsided, a black phoenix rested on Harry's forearm.
"You all know Lakowa. Much more helpful this way, wouldn't you agree? Now, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." said Harry as the phoenix took off and hovered in space, a few feet above Harry. He reached his hand up and almost gripped its tail when Fawkes and Hedwig came out of no where and started attacking the black one. The three flew rather high up into the air where they continued to fight.
"Lakowa! Rip their hearts out and get back down here!" Harry shouted at the phoenix.
He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited. Then, quite unexpectedly, he was tackled from behind. Sirius, Remus, Tali, and Arthur were attempting to disarm him and get him under control, Harry fought back savagely, though. He seemed to be stronger than he had ever been. Ron was trying to get over and help but was detained by his mother while Lavender and Hermione kept shouting not to hurt him.
Harry was struggling to point the wand he had at his attackers, just barely managing to hold them off. But as he was still stuck with his chest to the ground he found it quite difficult to do so, indeed. Lucky for him, someone decided to show up just then.
"Grottio Neixus!"
The four adults were flung backwards and rammed into the side of the Weasley house, which was still burning, knocking them out. Harry got to his feet and looked around to see who had helped him.
"Couldn't even get yourself to Voldemort, could you? I must say, I'm rather disappointed."
"Shut the hell up, Lucius! It's not my fault I have so many damned people who want to keep me around!" Harry shouted at him.
"Lucius Malfoy! What have you done with Draco and Naricissa?" asked Dumbledore angrily.
Lucius turned to the Headmaster and smirked, "Like it's any of your business, Dumbledore. All you need to know is that they're safe. Be expecting Draco back for classes. Now come on Harry, Voldemort's waiting."
"Harry!" said Hermione, struggling to break free of Dumbledore's grasp which was holding her back, "Harry, I know you're in there! Don't go with that creep! They're just going to kill you!"
Harry felt his upper lip curl in disgust, "Oh, just like you, you mean."
"What!?" she cried in exasperation.
"Don't play dumb with me. Come on Lucius, let's go. Lakowa! We're leaving!" Harry shouted up at the fighting birds.
"Harry, wait!" Hermione shouted, breaking free of Dumbledore's grip and running up to him and grabbing his hand. He shook her off and continued on his way to Lucius.
"Harry, look around you! I know this isn't what you want! Think back, you weren't always like this!" she called after him.
"Yeah, Harry, you can't go with him! There's a Quidditch match against Slytherin two weeks after we get back!" said Ron.
"Yes, and besides, we still need to get back at that prick Malfoy!" said Lavender.
"Enough!" Harry yelled, sending them all flying back with unseen energy.
"Harry. . .don't do this. . .look who you're hurting." said Hermione through deep breaths.
"Be quiet!" he snapped at her.
Several streaks of purple light flew from behind Harry to all of those who were still conscious. All of them screamed in pain and Harry whirled around to see Lucius holding his wand steadily, glaring greedily at all of those the curse was hitting.
"Stop it!" Harry shouted at him, knocking his wand out of the way. Instantly, the screams stopped and Lucius glowered at Harry.
"What do you think you're doing!?" he demanded to know.
"I. . .I don't know." said Harry, holding his head, "Just. . .don't kill them. I won't let you kill them."
Lucius scowled at him, "It's breaking. Come on, we need to go now."
"Harry, don't go." Hermione said almost in a whisper.
". . .Her. . .mione." Harry said, almost as if it was a question.
"It's that girl, isn't it? That can be easily remedied!" said Lucius, bringing his wand up and then down to meet Hermione.
Harry turned to face him just as a yellow light exploded from the tip of the wand. His eyes widened a bit and without thinking he jumped in front of Hermione, arms crossed in front of his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and slid back a few feet as the force of the spell hit him.
"Defer---" Harry struggled to say, tightening his grip on the wand, "Deferagruim."
A reflective blue light shot up high into the sky and the light that had been hitting him bounced back to Lucius who dived out of its way just in time. He straightened up as Harry lowered his arms.
"This isn't the end, Potter. I'll see you again soon, believe you me, Voldemort *will* win!" said Lucius as he and Lakowa disappeared in two streaks of black light. The portal also disappeared and Harry cursed under his breath.
"Dammit, why'd I have to go and do that!?" he asked himself angrily.
"Harry?" asked Hermione quietly.
Harry whipped around and looked at her, "You got lucky. You best watch your back, 'cause next time I won't hesitate to kill you myself."
He started to walk away as he heard the rest of the people present begin to arouse. He sneered, though no one could see it, and picked up his pace but quickly stopped and fell to his knee. Bringing his hand to the lower part of his side, he felt blood seeping through his clothes. He bent at the waist and gritted his teeth in pain. His head injury was also beginning to act up again. His other hand fell to the ground where he used it to support himself. Dizziness also began to overtake him. He supposed that his mind had been so worried about the matters at hand that it didn't have time for pain, but now that everything was over with it was all hitting him at once. Harry tried to push himself up but instead fell to the ground and lost all knowledge of the living world.
Author's Note: Whew, that took a while to get out. Very long chapter, I know. What can I say; I had A LOT to get out. Was it worth it, though? And don't worry, in case you're wondering, the last sentence means he's knocked out, not dead. As for the next chapter, I need a little help on that. I could do it either way so I'm gonna ask you reviewers to help me. Should next chapter be accompanied by a song or not? Normally I wouldn't give you a choice but I figure since you've been so good lately. . .lol. Go ahead and write me a review! Tell me what you think!